Especially after a morale-depressing long trip to a place like Boreston. And especially after you had gotten the nod from the boss to fly home a day earlier.
Even showering in your own bathroom feels so special.
A day earlier even after already spending ten days means A LOT. Especially when it means you don't have to fuckin' turn thirty on the plane.
The lady at the check-in counter thought so too.
I finally have one picture to show. Of food. Mm hmm.
Shellfish is best eaten steamed, bare naked.
Despite the grouches, I love travelling on company expenses.
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